u/ZyloC3

It's based on the Christmas Carol and how the Spirits are viewed differently in the era Dickinson wrote it mixed in with the myth of the Greek Furries.

I'm writing a series of short stories where Magical Girls with music themed to Ode to Joy ( entire music piece it's part of ) are forcing repentance into evil people in modern day.

My first one will have a club owner be possessed and destroys his club windows chasing out the customers only to have him wake up hours later ( after a psychedelic trip he experiences the entire time ) finds out his club had a gas leak and him destroying the windows, chasing out the customers and acting like a lunatic saved dozens of lives.

The incident spreads a infection of sorts where people attending the event are physically more durable it otherwise unchanged outwardly. Events of random people going crazy around them spread with themes of Ode to joy.

The idea is that having freedom or the ability to think differently forced on you can be maddening.

The idea in the club owner case is that he dramatically altered how people see him. He went from shady pers to saint against his will( he lost his club the source of his hidden criminal minded funds) can't act against that image or he would draw attention to himself. He's become a lepper to anyone not law abiding.

This event spreads out a invisible infection where major arses and criminals are haunted n possessed forced to undo their evil works in a fashion often with vivid hallucinations themed on Ode to Joy

( freedom or different way of thinking forced on a person is madness)

I have had a lot of bizzar and crippling health issues that has a few funny benefits and alot of negatives. The strangest thing was I never really felt bothered by it

I just recently found out what was causing my body to slowly fall apart; ironically only after it's was cured.

My body over produces Adrenaline, Cordisol and Androsol in the 1000% range with Thyroid extreme fluctuations to list a few.

In Layman's terms I SHOULD be little better then a near mindless beat of extreme swings of rage and little in terms of compassion and empathy. Ironically the ONLY reason I wasn't diagnosed with that crippling illness was that I was too self controlled and more then capable of showing compassion.

I feel genuinely free for the first time from my sense of self and empty but in a joyful way.

If your wondering what the issue is Google Darkman the movie and comic character. While it's fictional character, the medical condition and effects of are real.

I don't have Cipa, there was a neurological event that dammed the same part of the bain.

A very long time ago i wrote on here how I time traveled in 2017 when I died. I went back 30 years and saved a person's life who I ended up marrying.

Well I finally found the "Mechanical Function" behind how it happened. The closest thing, matching what i went through; documented was a phenomenon where there's a shared connection caused by shared traumatic event.

( like Smallville's episode where Lana was psychic after train accident)

The problem with that was the 30 year time gap between my heart attack and when I saved my partner's life.

Well I was retelling the whole thing to a friend of mine and my partner had mindedly asked " what if it wasn't us but the location that was messed up"... well o be dammed i didn't Google the location history. Apparently there's a famous strip of land encompassing the school where the accident was at that experiences "Time Hauntings". Where suddenly people dressed in older clothes are seen in classrooms and drivers explaining they seen the older houses look suddenly brand new then back to their old selves.

Apparently when I was 3 I did briefly die from experiencing pain severe enough it stopped my heart for a minute. I was a few blocks away from the location of the area.

The short summary of what i wrote

In 2017 I died from about 5 different things but it's a toss up between inpalment and septic shock causing the shock.

When i whited out I found my self in a white hot room( think marvel Phoenix room) with various people. Had what felt like DMT flashes then the room somehow focused on a Car wreck that appears.

As soon as I get near I felt like i full on Corporal teleported to accident scene where the car wreck is at. Thinking I was having a stroke or dreaming I did a B.e.F.a.s.t test. I was able to read the license plates, speak correctly even articulate logical reasoning. The accident snapped a fire hydrant and the water had a peculiar smell Flouride which was discontinued around 1986 but took years for the crystals to dissolve which was about 1990. The local school i could see had a old wooden greeting board, that exact school I recognized had a electric one built in 1990. So given the smell and advanced age i theorized it was 1989( i have waking dreams I snapped by self out of by using logic)

Well i saved the guys life after being given a choice to give up my life to save his or let him die in my place( cliche I know) but i decided to save him and add i pulled him out of the crushed BMW i started speaking Ad-Libbed speech involving Ghostbusters and library books thinking i could Google it later to see if any of this was online ( like I read about it or it was real and he writes it online)

I woke up and wrote everything down and took years to recover from the liver, gallbladder being shattered and the impalement and septic shock.

The first date I had after I recovered was a blind date and it was with my two moms( i was barely held together by scar tissue and tumors in recovery) there was a car accident outside and we all talk about how we all had accidents in cars and he tells of how in 1989 be survived his BMW being crushed in a accident. A random stranger popped out of nowhere and pulls him out of the car and is speaking gibberish about Ghostbusters and the public library books.

It's Fan Art of Fallout world specifically Atom.